Hidden Parts
Amazing writing by a talented writer.
A stranger in these parts,
A walk so graceless and unkind
Alertly reverting back to the familiar, just a moment to unwind
She knows in her heart, these parts are the darkest kind
The road smells of pain, with cold-like breeze blowing her back unavoidably
sensing the void, as though peace had left indefinitely
It is best to look down, so no one spots the sobbing
Lest they see through her, see how she is now left with empty
Masked tears fill up, with ocean-like waves cascading,
So unrestrained,
Recognizing swiftly how indefensibly she now behaves
In these parts,
All beat up and dry, no more faith-like remarks
Hearing tales told with broken rhymes,
Even to Her they sound just like lies
Echoes heard from corner paths, sounds of footsteps behind her rise
Still she demands silence instead, for at least then judgment is mild
In these hidden parts,
Light…
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